I look all around
It makes me astound
At how small I really am
I am short while she is tall
Her board like figure leaves no room
For excess weight
I am ridden with a crippling case
Of social anxiety
While she relates to all my friends
With the games on her PC
I am small with extra skin
And she is skin and bone
She does mainlander sailing
Which makes her so very toned
The one thing I have over these
Skinny ivory faced girls
Is the sensual blood that flows through me
And my wave like curls
But what man wants to settle down
With a girl that can only play
Just a whore and nothing more
Than the teasing words I say
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Drowning
Poesíalove is like the ocean. the deeper you go in, the harder it is to dry off and move on Dangers of Love vol. 2
